“die！ die！ die！ ”

The soldiers were roaring like two mad beasts, desperately trying to bring each other to death. Blood splattered everywhere, even the whites of those eyes were stained red, and they lost their minds, and the soldiers fighting on the front line had lost their minds, and only knew how to use the killing moves they were familiar with to kill all the enemies in front of them.

Andrew, the tall Germanic man, he was like a strong man with inexhaustible strength, wielding a broad shield and a Spada sword in both hands, dancing back and forth in mid-air, and every Burgundian who tried to approach him was cut into a pool of blood without exception. Andrew was like a bloodthirsty beast, and his roar was enough to scare any nearby enemy who tried to attack him.

"Brush!"

Seeing only a flash of silver light in front of me, I hurriedly raised my head sharply.

"Block!"

A large spark splashed on the cheeks of my face, and I took two steps back, and saw the sharp tip of the spear retract from my eyes, and I seized the opportunity, grabbed the spear in my right hand, and stabbed the Burgundian soldier in the abdomen with a force from my waist.

The sharp spear pierced the chain mail on the man's waist, but his facial expression didn't look painful, didn't it hurt his body? As I thought to myself, the Burgundian soldier did not say a word, but pressed down with his shield in his left hand, and pressed down on the hilt of my spear, forcing me to pull it out at all. In his right hand, he held his spear high into the air, the sharp tip pointed at me.

"Suffered!"

I exclaimed inwardly, and quickly let go of the spear that had been pinned, and when I saw that the spear that was raised in mid-air was stabbing straight down at me, I jerked up the shield in my left hand.

"Huh!"

The wooden handle of the spear was snapped by the blow of my shield, and the tip of the spear almost cut through my hand, but it fell to the ground. Without further ado, I immediately withdrew my shield and drew my cavalry sword from my waist with great difficulty, while the Burgundian was at a loss for what to do with the broken stick. At this point, the spear in the chain mail at his waist was no longer a limiting advantage, but on the contrary, it had become a disadvantage that he had to face now.

I didn't intend to give him any time to react, so I took two leaps forward, raised my shield in my left hand and slammed it down against him.

"Bang!"

This blow made him retreat again and again, and even fell to the ground, and I raised my cavalry sword to give the final blow to the man who struggled to get up, but a spear stabbed from the right side completely discouraged me, and this time it stabbed me in the chest, and if it hadn't been bounced off by the chain mail, I am afraid that it would have killed me, or a blood-red gash had been drawn on my chest. I hurried back into the phalanx, and at this moment the Burgundian soldier I had knocked to the ground was in my sight, and I had to deal with the newly replenished Burgundians. Touching the nearly punctured groove on my cheek, I spat hatefully in front of me to express my displeasure.

As the sun gradually rose, the surroundings soon shimmered with dazzling silver light. We and the Burgundians are still fighting for their lives, as if there is an invisible line between the two sides, and no one should try to cross that line, because what is crossed will be a merciless counterattack, and eventually blood will be spilled on the battlefield.

As time passed, even Andrew, who could scream and scream on his own, was exhausted, and his panting voice was heavy, like a bull that had just returned from ploughing. I'm the same, the cavalry sword in my hand has gone through continuous swings, and at this time it already makes people feel an unprecedented heaviness.

"Change the column, change the column!"

At this moment Chief Centurion Guy blew his whistle, and Andrew grabbed me, and then dragged me back, and my place was filled by the soldiers behind me.

I wiped the blood from my face, and the cavalry sword in my hand trembled against the ground.

"Gollum ... ”

Andrew took a kettle from behind him, swallowed a few gulps, and poured the rest on his face. I also had a dry throat and was on fire, so I took the kettle from my belt behind me, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips.

"Luga!" Andrew was hunched and panting, and the soldiers who retreated next to him were all covered in blood and couldn't stand up.

"Let's have a good rest, and when the time comes, we will kill those sons of bitches without leaving a piece of armor!"

Andrew said hatefully, glaring at the Burgundian who was constantly fighting with red eyes. I looked behind me, and the rest of the Fourteenth Twin Legion was right behind us, like wood, staring blankly as we fought desperately without any help.

"Why? They don't come to help! ”

I asked Andrew Dao.

"That's a question, I want to know."

Andrew wiped his cuffs clean, and then looked back at the second array of the Fourteenth Twins, who just looked at us on the front line with cold faces and without saying a word.

Then another wave of soldiers withdrew from the front, they were in even worse shape, and a few even dropped an arm less.

"Luga," Andrew watched as the soldier with the broken arm really clutched the broken arm that was still bleeding and retreated, running towards the second array behind it, but fortunately they were still able to help the wounded soldier and make a way for the man to pass through. At this time, another group of soldiers was withdrawn.

"Another wave, are you afraid?"

I shook my head at Andrew's question, and Andrew smiled, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the huge scar on his right arm.

"Let's go, then!"

The last group of soldiers withdrew, and Andrew and I looked at each other, smiled, raised the sword in hand, shouted, and roared at the Burgundian in front of him.

"Stop!! Stop!!! ”

At the sound of the order, we and the Burgundians, who were covered in blood and carrying shields in front of us, were stunned at the same time, not only those who were fighting, but also those who were preparing to fight, and they all stopped.

The sound came from two places, one behind us and the other behind the Burgundians, and in the silence we heard only the sound of two cars coming forward from both ends, and we and the Burgundians looked back at Antony, and the Burgundians had just come to negotiate.

The soldiers made way for the two of them, so that they could meet at opposite ends of the hidden line, standing on the chariots.

"That's all for today." Antony replied casually, staring intently at the Burgundian commander who was parallel to him.

The Burgundian commander seemed to agree with Antony, he only nodded slightly, and the soldiers under him shouted a few words in an unknown language, and the Burgundian soldiers collected their weapons and slowly turned back.

"Go back, that's all for today."

Anthony gave a simple command to Guy the chief centurion beside the carriage, patted the coachman on the shoulder, and rode back.

"Alright, that's all for today!"

Chief Centurion Guy glanced at the Burgundian in the distance, turned back and led the rest of the soldiers to follow Antony's car. My first contact with the Burgundians in Worms ended hastily with the mediation of two sentences from the commanders of both sides.

It's incredible, isn't it? Fighting, stopping, and we are like fighting machines, either fighting or on the way to fighting.